The next day, Kraft spent half a day in jail with David in the consulting room as scheduled, which included high-intensity labor.
This is a job that requires long-term concentration and has no end in sight; it is a ruthless grind of patience and energy, and the best breeding ground for irritability and exhaustion.
The general process is to sit in a small room, open the door and let in one, two, or several people at a time. Ask the same questions in the same tone, and summarize the subjective narrative into concise, logical and clear descriptive terms.
And form a paper record archive.
From time to time, it is necessary to interrupt patients and family members to pull the conversation back from the unfinished direction.
Some dialects and slang make communication even more difficult. It often happens that the patient's family members speak anxiously for a long time, but the listeners only feel that they are in a foreign country. David needs to intervene to "translate" before they can continue.
Kraft's expressions are also difficult to understand accurately. Even simple instructions such as asking the other person to sit down and lie down often need to be repeated one or two times. When such details are repeated enough times, they will be repeated every time.
It all starts to make people feel increasingly irritated from the bottom of their hearts.
None of them are big obstacles, but when accumulated gradually, the entire process cannot run smoothly step by step like an assembly line. Instead, it is prolonged by all kinds of unexpected small bumps, and the efficiency is visible to the naked eye.
Whenever I look outside the clinic when the door opens, I will find that the number of people has no tendency to decrease. Instead, it is getting more and more as the sun rises.
At the current speed, it is impossible to receive more than fifty in a day. This is assuming that Kraft can sit without eating or drinking from dawn, with his buttocks glued to the chair until dusk.
Obviously this was impossible, Kraft couldn't really stay glued to the chair all day, and various pressing matters would burn him off the chair.
There are still many patients in the temporary ward who were confirmed to be indicative of artificial pneumothorax last night. Giving them to David will only cause more and more patients to accumulate, and they must be dealt with before they are filled again.
He began to feel lucky that most of them had been screened out last night. Even so, there were still more than a dozen that needed to be dealt with.
Two sets of equipment were used, one was used, and the other was sterilized at the maximum rate, which still took up the lunch break and half of the afternoon, half of which was used to review the original versions of medical records.
Even after a secondary processing step of sorting and modifying, the finished product delivered to you is quite difficult to evaluate.
To put it mildly, on average, one out of every three medical records here creates a new term. At least half of them completely subvert the contents of one or two volumes of "The Structure of the Human Body", and a small number of them have the ability to reproduce traditional skills in the medical field——
The potential to enter the literary world.
It is either too complicated or too simple, and contains some common sense errors.
It's not entirely David's fault. After all, the quality of the first-hand information he received was worrying, and he couldn't change anything in a hurry.
Kraft silently circled those places and found a drawer that was not easy to find and put them away, so that lecturer Willen who would come to visit one day would not look through them and have the idea of revoking someone's degree certificate.
After finishing the work at hand, he glanced into the consulting room and saw that David was drowning in the afternoon heat wave and crowds of people.
Newly retained patients began to fill the newly vacated beds, while assistants and apprentices shuttled between them.
Kraft himself successfully escaped from the clinic, changed his clothes and climbed out of the backyard fence, taking advantage of the last period of daylight to check on Father Green's situation.
The weather is not bad, so we must be doing troubleshooting in the tunnels that extend in all directions.
Happily, the Tribunal has not gotten rid of his partner's attempt to go it alone, and a sentry disguised as a vigilant guard at the entrance of the cemetery allows him to enter by scanning his face.
Kraft tried to talk to him, but the man said he didn't understand the situation below. He was only responsible for standing guard here, monitoring the weather conditions, and performing his normal duties as a tombkeeper, stopping people who obviously didn't look like they were simply attending the funeral.
It seems that there are no discoveries worth mentioning down there, otherwise someone should have come forward to report it.
After unsuccessfully trying to save some energy, Kraft decided to go down in person to see the situation and interview the commander.
The sense of voyeurism that followed him all the way last night, and the malice contained in it, made it difficult for him not to suspect that someone or something else had noticed their big move.
This was something that had been expected for a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so early, and in this form, which seemed to indicate that this drainage system was not as empty as seen, but seemed to be inverted and reflected under the dust.
The urban context is exploited by those who are willing to do so.
If it weren't for the misunderstanding of the synaesthesia signals from the spiritual senses, we might be able to find similar signs on Green's side.
In line with the self-comfort mentality that he should exercise more after sitting for a long time, and with a responsible attitude towards killing and burying people, he still complained and walked towards the temporary camp along the familiar route.
One day brought no obvious changes to the camp, except for a few extra crosses on the sketch.
The empty coffin, which had been used as a box to transport supplies, was reused as a temporary table. The principal of the court sat on the ground in an inconspicuous manner, resting with his elbow on the coffin board.
Next to it were a few notes with extremely straight handwriting, as if the manuscript script had been scaled onto it.
A group of monks who had just returned from the sewer were sitting against the wall to dry their boots, chanting inaudible scriptures in a low voice. When they heard someone coming in, they opened their eyes alertly. After confirming that nothing happened, they continued to close their eyes and rest, seizing the time to regain their strength and wait for the rotation.
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Kraft originally wanted to pick up the records from the table and read through them. Considering that the relationship between the two parties was not yet familiar enough, for the sake of politeness, he first buttoned the coffin board and made a buzzing sound to wake Greene.
The priest straightened up and observed his surroundings keenly, looking for the source of the vibration that woke him up. When he found that it was Kraft, he yawned helplessly. He was surprised that this curious professor actually came to report.
Without saying anything else, he just shook his head, picked up the pieces of paper and handed them out.
The records of small paragraphs are separated by corresponding numbers, and the names of the dictators are also marked, although it is difficult to say what they can remember clearly after going through so many similar passages.
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A team rests in camp waiting for rotation.
The feedback content is similar. These tunnels leading to the hall are all made of similar masonry, and sometimes there are niches sunk into the sides. Nothing useful has ever been found inside.
They repeatedly reinforce an understanding that already exists in everyone's mind. These are by no means structures used for sewers, but rather like underground paths for transportation, with spaces left aside for pause and interlacing.
After walking far enough, the passage branched out as expected, branching like tree branches, and then branching off again after walking a while.
Some of them had to turn around after reaching a distance where lighting could no longer be maintained; others had collapsed and were impassable, with only water flowing through gaps in the rocks.
For a building that can be called a ruin, this level of damage is normal, but every time they encounter it, the explorer always experiences unexplainable abnormalities. Subconsciously, he feels that the pillarless hall can be kept intact until
Today's engineering technology should not be destroyed by nature so easily.
As the exploration area expanded, it was found that the number of blocked passages was increasing. The masonry that separated from the cave wall became more voluminous and lay across the passage. The monks claimed to have found ancient chisel marks on the cross section that looked like man-made ones.
A monk who was somewhat interested in this matter uncertainly suggested that these chiseling marks were similar to the construction marks on some ruins close to the birth of the kingdom, and were special marks left by the immature stone cutting technology at that time.
The conclusion drawn was that it was sabotaged by external forces, as if there was some will not hesitate to brutally destroy these engineering marvels and prevent others from entering the place along the passage, or vice versa.
However, this is a good thing for the team's exploration. The pagans cannot get through the sections of road that they cannot pass, so they can just use horizontal lines to mark them.
However, those passages that were difficult to trace due to distance restrictions or numerous branches gave them a headache for a while, so they had to give up temporarily and become the end of the tree diagram extending from the dotted line on the map.
"Besides these dead ends and endless bifurcations, haven't you found anything else?" Kraft asked. He was more concerned about whether there were anything moving. "Being tracked, fresh traces of activity?"
"No, almost nothing has been found. The search area is not large enough. It will take time, more time." Green shook out the map, centered on the hall, and spread out the sea anemone hair extension in the direction that had been explored, almost touching the paper.
Margin, "But I think they are nearby, maybe it would be easier to change the strategy."
"Why do you say that?"
"A group of people told me that on the way back, when they approached the hall, they felt something bright in front of them, but when they arrived at the entrance of the cave, they didn't see anything." A number was circled on the map.
"Someone probably happened to pass by this cave entrance. I think that was the closest we were to finding those guys. I plan to have a few people squat in the hall without lighting a fire, so that they will be seen next time they pass by.
